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Will someone else break the news to my favorite aunt that I am not, as she has labeled me all these years, "beautiful inside and out"? I always had a feeling, but now I know it is officially true. I know, because today a really cute inside-parts doctor told me in no uncertain terms that my kidneys aren't pretty. Which is really a drag, since they were on my short list of things I don't hate

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It's been a while since my last post. Actually, it's been a pet euthanasia, address change, family fallout, CT scan, and one airborne headlight since my last post. And I'm not the only one with distractions. Everyone on my Reading List gave up, died or apparently became paralyzed from the neck down, because only two authors I've so proudly recommended have uploaded anything new in the past six

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Whoever said there was no upside to Alzheimer’s hasn’t met my dad. I don’t know if this is one of those “gifts from God” I’ve been reading so much about in those we’re-filed-in-self-help-but-really-should-be-called-temporary-distraction-from-drinking-books or what, but recently when I showed my father a photo of myself from high school, he didn’t recognize me. I know, this is where I’m supposed

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I abide the natural laws of children and animals, always have. Playtime is more important than work, treats are worth whining for, and affection should be given without abandon. This all makes perfect sense. So when a toddler or pet has an adverse reaction to a person, I don't wait to figure out why. I follow their lead and shun the individual immediately.That is, until the person who should be

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It's that time of year again...when every man I've ever known, do know or will ever hope to know prepares to join balls and brains with his brethren for a day of football, beer and trading insults with a reactionless, big screen television. It's what I like to call Girlfriend Season, when I really start to appreciate the vaginas of the world (Lindsay Lohan being the obvious exception).I don't

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In my ongoing quest to find the sunny side of watching my father slowly lose himself into a sea of forgotten words, memories, and abilities, I found the Holy Grail in the unlikeliest of places. This week, it was on the shelf right outside his apartment door. There he had replaced his holiday decor (a figurine of "The Old Man" from A Christmas Story, holding his major award) with a framed photo of

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This past summer, I somehow contracted a very frightening — and confusing — disease. It has taken me this many months just to be able to share the details, because I didn’t want to admit what I was going through to anyone. But in hopes of sparing another young woman the experience, I’m coming forward with a message of hope, and a warning that just may save your life.Like most survivors, I never

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10. Mark Wahlberg is back with what he does best: getting angry and yelling, shooting a gun, and showing sensitivity. 9. Mark Wahlberg dances. As a traffic cop.8. Mark Wahlberg is wearing a tuxedo in one scene (it is never explained why).7. Mark Wahlberg manages to pull off the line, "I'm a peacock! You gotta let me fly!" (Peacocks don't fly. And cool guys don't normally talk like this.)6. The

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Ever wanted something so beyond the realm of possibility that it wasn’t even a wish, but more like a fleeting thought that ran like a drunken flasher through your brain? Well, after years of attempting to make it across the field without being caught, one of my daredevil notions finally succeeded. The too-incredible-to-even-wish-it has come true: soon, my father and my in-laws will be living in

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What you'll never find in one of those guide-to-Alzheimer's books like "The 36-Hour Day" or "A Dignified Life" is that when you are caring for someone with the disease, you will look, to innocent bystanders, like a total bitch.They won't understand that you're simply trying to explain math and your dad can't hear very well. They won't know that you've repeated the same thing six times and that

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This is April, Dad, not May.Those words, spoken roughly a month ago, were the beginning of a new world for me. What had before been an infrequent series of "slips" on the part of my dad were now a horrifying growth of everyday gaps. The day, the month, and often the time were no longer things I could depend on my dad knowing at any given moment.But what was most startling about the soon-to-follow

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After surviving a high school experience only surpassed in awfulness by Molly Ringwald in Pretty In Pink, I was thrilled to find redemption on prom night. Like Ringwald's Andie, I had my own Duck Man, a devoted guy friend who found everything I hated about myself loveable. He didn't seem to care that my naturally curly hair was unfashionable, or that my parents were too mean to spend $100 a new

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Today I was driving home from work and noticed a truck in front of me, one lane over. It was actually the truck's camper I noticed, truth be told, which looked like Paul Bunyan's playpen if he went to a daycare that wasn't up to code. The wooden slats were covered in bumper stickers of varying colors and sizes. What I have to assume was a strategic move to ensure maximum readership, the best

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Don't worry, I have more than Johnny Depp to offer -- although really, do you need more? Few women will admit it, but the only thing more intriguing than a man who doesn't appear to have any bad qualities is the man who does, but is completely open about them. (You can make up your own mind on which one of those two I married.) That is Esquire. Unlike the magazines geared toward women, this one

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Whenever I see one of those greeting cards that encourages me to "dance like no one's watching," I know what they mean is "dance only if no one's watching." Because when I told my friends at work recently that sometimes I partake in a round of Dance Dance Revolution over my lunch hour, they didn't seem inspired to live life a little more fully, like Lee Ann Womack. The only thing they were moved

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One week. No soap. Of all the awful scenarios I can imagine - and with MTV's current reality show lineup, there are plenty - this one I can't seem to get over. To live without soap, it would have to be the worst right at the start. You wouldn't want to use your hands to eat or touch others, but eventually you'd have to, and that would undoubtedly bother you, to say nothing of said others. It

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The kids in my family, besides looking impossibly cute at all times, happen to act the part as well. They are funny and interesting a greater portion of the day than I could ever hope to be. Here are just a few of the gems from Thanksgiving Day I thought I'd share:9:30 a.m., me waddling into the hotel hot tub with my husband and 4-year-old niece, CharlotteCharlotte: Uncle Corey was looking at

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I can't remember a time when I haven't been obsessed with my own death. The when, the where, the how--everything from who would show at my funeral to what song would play during the inevitable highlight video of my life. I most often think about the details when it seems death is inevitable--when traveling internationally, stuck in a conversation with someone boring, or when I'm wearing ugly

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Tonight my friend Andrea got married. It was a special wedding to me, not only because she's the only other Andrea (that means pronounced On-dreee-ah) I know, but she's one of the most creative, cool people I've ever met. Oh yeah, and the wedding was three blocks from my house, which totally justifies all those martinis I just drank.Like every event that's happened on a weekend for the past four

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Warning: The following depiction is 99% accurate, with only minor conversation changes made to emphasize irony and injustice. Suspension of disbelief is advised.Saturday, September 1910:30 p.m., Missie B's, downtown Kansas CityBouncer: You know, your driver's license expired back in July. I'll let you in this time, but you better get that renewed this week.Me: Sweet! I can't believe I forgot!

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This past weekend, I won my first 10k race. It's funny, really, since I've never even run one before. Truth be told, I still haven't. You see, it was all a big, fat mistake. It all started when I registered for the Weston Pancreatic Cancer Run/Walk. Apparently, when you sign up for a 10k but decide at the last minute to do the 5k version instead, you have to tell someone. These running events

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I pride myself on being blissfully, even ignorantly, positive. I also am, less proudly so, attention-span challenged. I accept this about myself, because I see no signs of it improving anytime soon. So to me, the Life is good philosophy delivered by Jake and Rocket is not just a philosophy, but a way of life: inspiration to go. Thoughts like "The little things in life are the big things" are

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Along with the other big fears I have about kids -- they refuse to lie about your appearance and they are always sticky by an unseen source -- one that ranks right up there is that my influence will somehow damage their little minds. A minor point, perhaps, but still I'd like to aim higher than the moms of the year you see featured on reality television.Strangely enough, on rare occasion, I

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How do you know when you have Alzheimer's disease? I'm not setting up a punch line here; I really want to know. I'm sure there's a test to distinguish between simple memory loss and a disease when you're say, about 40 years older than I am now. But in my 30's (I know, I look dangerously close to my 20's), I really think I'm too young to be having these kinds of memory issues. I'm sure I would

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This weekend, while my sister and all her fabulous friends spent their days in San Francisco, celebrating my friend Cindy's bachelorette status, I expected to be depressed for weeks, knowing I would be unable to make the trip due to my finances (or lack thereof.) On top of that, John Hughes' untimely death made me feel not only sad but old, when I had to explain his significance to my 20-

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1. Leftover rice doesn't have to be refrigerated. It's free spackle for that wall that needs to be painted!2. Asking for a back rub is silly. Why would you ever want just a back rub, when you could have so much more? Especially if you are in pain. 3. It's smart to drink wine out of a juice glass. That pesky stem glassware is easy to knock over, and who needs a hazard around the house? 4. If you

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People who run are nuts. Why anyone would choose to take their own oxygen away while continuing to chase after it wearing gym teacher shorts is beyond me. They always want to recruit you to do it, too. Have you ever noticed that?"Oh, don't worry. I'll go slow."Yeah, right. My husband told me that lie once. While I did my best Doc Holliday impression, he actually turned around and started

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In my excitement to increase the followship of my blog, I failed, as I often do in so many areas of my life, to read all the fine print. What some call laziness I call masterful organization of my precious time.According to blogspot, I'm only allowed to have 100 readers. So as much as I'd love to see if I can, actually, gain 200 followers in 200 days, I guess technically it's impossible, although

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Now that I've got your attention, dear followers, let me start by saying I love each and every one of you: Maggie, Kris, Laura, Quinn, Aaron, Carrie, Jeremy, Amy, Dustin, my beloved Corey, and oc__JIQgn4mFKOgM (a little hard to pronounce, but still, I'm digging you). I appreciate your feedback, your support, and most of all, your good taste in reading material. But if I'm going to get anywhere

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It's depressing enough to end a simply delicious week in California with a cold dish of coach, topped off with a layover in Phoenix. So imagine my delight in discovering I've got crazy sitting next to me for the ride. It came in the form of "Steve," the middle-aged man who, by at least some standards looked normal (his shirt did resemble Fruit Stripe gum).It started when he stood up to usher me

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Your first job is much like puberty: It can’t be avoided, you know it will lead to better things in the future, and yes, it is going to be hell on earth. This summer, with teens everywhere lacking gas money that’s quickly approaching our national debt, I’ve been thinking back to my own personal nightmare, when I was 16 years old and starting my first job as an “associate” at Arby’s Roast Beef.

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Lately, I've found all the emotions I normally get from actual human contact have been replaced by virtual feelings, brought on by purposeful clicks on a computer keyboard. News announcements come in 140 characters or less. Milestone moments are youtube links. Hugs have become Facebook smiles.Even more interesting is what we will not condone in the virtual world, when it comes to friendship. I

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Nearly a week has passed since my road trip back to my hometown. Since then, my mind has done little to move away from thoughts of the past. If anything, it has only gotten more stubborn. It didn't help that this week, one of my strongest childhood memories was playing in HD on my television, no matter which channel I turned to, when the news of Michael Jackson's death was announced. I'm sure if

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The exact wording is up for debate, but when I left my hometown of 18 years for college, I declared something to the effect of, "I will never again step foot in this hellhole." According to my mom, I always had a flair for the dramatic, so I probably added the ever-effective "mark my words" or "I have spoken." (We watched The Ten Commandments every year at my house over Easter, so it's probably

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A grande sauteed farm-laid latte. The Toffee Coffee Flippy Floppy. Pacific Ocean-fresh slowly euthanized lettuce wedge. Soy joy toy taffy bar. As someone who works in advertising, I love discovering new ways to say the same old thing. But come on. I can't even remember my own order anymore at Starbucks. This is just getting to be too much. Remember water? That didn't require four more

Andee Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511324764476687045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-23363814697860161292009-06-09T22:21:00.000-05:002009-06-09T23:20:07.587-05:00

Although the deadline is nearly two days passed, I'm just now announcing the winning name for my cow because I had so many submissions. It wasn't easy, although a few of the names were pretty much thrown out immediately: supper, steak, burger, you get the drift.A few of my favorites that didn't make the cut but deserve righteous recognition for creativity are Bitsy "Aint Yo Burger" Long-Weinfurt

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You can say what you want about me--I don't eat well, my celebrity crushes are odd at best, I have an unnatural absence of arm muscle--but the one thing you can never say is I don't know how to party. I've been on a pity party for at least a week now, and it was still going strong tonight until I opened my jar of Honest Tea (thanks to Audrey at Artemis for recommending such a fine beverage). I

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It was bound to happen. We moved to a small town in Missouri, fell in love with it and decided to stay. So of course, we had to buy cows. What my husband refers to as "investment opportunities," however, are pets to love as far as I'm concerned. Either way, our most recent portfolio additions -- diverse as they are -- don't have much in the way of names. I know it sounds trivial, but it's just

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Stop it, Phoebe. Stop. No, Phoebe. Phoebe, get off that. Phoebe, come here. No! I said no. Come here, Phoebe. Here! I said get off that! Are you listening to me? Psss, psss, psss. Look, it's a mouse! You like the mouse! I swear to God. No! No! No! If you don’t get off of there right now…don’t — good girl, Phoebe. Good girl. You are the best girl in the whole wide world. Yes, you are!

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I love, love, love learning strange facts about my friends that only come out in late-night conversations or alcohol-filled dinners. Like the fact that my friend (we'll call her Ann Lee) punched her husband in the man parts while he was asleep. And she was awake. (Pregnancy hormones explain that one.) Or the fact that a former co-worker once thought she was a giant goosebump. (You guessed it:

Andee Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511324764476687045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-49370976035516269472009-05-02T14:08:00.000-05:002009-05-02T15:31:11.446-05:00

Earlier this week, I was feeling somewhat uninspired. There are plenty of reasons--an anorexic workload, a neglected pile of laundry, too much talk about swine flu--but the why doesn't matter. What does matter is what happened to change everything.It all started when my sister-in-law invited me to join her and The World's Best Children for a slumber party, since my brother-in-law is out of town

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This weekend I met a little girl who stole my heart. I'm not just being cute; she really was little. Only three-and-a-half feet tall, actually. Her black hair, while long and soft, was unfortunately matted with mud. But she did have big, dark eyes, and a shy, demure quality that was very endearing. And I'm sure she would have smelled better, only her feet were covered in a mix of mud, grass and

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I love traveling, and I'm one of those rare-to-find-these-days travelers who doesn't completely flip out about nonsensical security measures. I don't get upset about luggage limits or the time constraints. I don't even mind the overpriced food or beverages. My husband and I both enjoy hanging out in the airport, simply waiting to fly somewhere magical (can you tell I need a vacation?). And while

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I endured a very traumatic childhood incident. It was when I was very, very young --too young to remember said incident, in fact. I don't know what the incident was, but this is the only explanation I can come up with as to why I hate to -- no, cannot -- make plans in advance. I physically react to the notion, shaking and feeling fidgety. I just don't like anything about it. What if something

Andee Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511324764476687045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-29729978510410827172009-03-14T20:22:00.000-05:002009-03-14T20:40:36.917-05:00

Facebook. Twitter. Yammer. Blogger. Wordpress. Reality show auditions. Web site comment boxes. Ringtones. Computer skins. Personalized gift cards. There really is no excuse these days to not express yourself. But what if you're not sure if you have anything to say? Or even worse, you are sure you have something to say, but no one cares?

Andee Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511324764476687045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-72986470105571329842009-03-10T23:55:00.000-05:002009-03-11T00:13:33.804-05:00

I anxiously awaited the premiere of TNT's latest dramedy, Trust Me, for months before it actually aired. I'll readily admit that's 99% because it stars Tom Cavanaugh and Eric McCormack. (You ladies know what I'm talking about.) But now that it has actually been on for more than a month, I'm less excited. I WANT to love it. It's about advertising, which I'm in. It's set in Chicago, which I love.

Andee Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511324764476687045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-72887351151795966202009-03-09T14:31:00.000-05:002009-03-09T14:32:25.478-05:00

I think until it affects you personally, you just don’t realize how bad our economy is. Sure, the cost of gas hits all of us, along with grocery prices. But even when we see the stock numbers shrink, the unemployed workers grow and Obama’s hair enter a grey area, it’s easy to disconnect yourself by turning off the tv or the radio and getting back to work. Or at least it was, in my case. This week

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It’s that time of year again. While all my friends look forward to romantic dinners, shiny accessories and bite-sized desserts, I look forward to my husband’s annual declaration: Valentine’s Day Is Man’s Worst Enemy.According to him, Valentine’s Day was completely fabricated by a lonely woman who likes chocolate, drama and is obsessed with the color red. She apparently lives in a penthouse funded

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This New Year's resolution may kill me. Not exhaust me, or cause great emotional distress or even physical pain. I'm talking about actual, real death in every sense of the word. I've committed to running a 5K race this year. Considering I can't run more than a mile on the treadmill without vomiting, and that takes a good 15 minutes, this ought to be some trainwreck. Coming soon--the time, date

Corey Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684371423328168411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-439982282904157752008-10-19T21:59:00.000-05:002008-10-19T22:05:05.516-05:00

I've never felt older. And consequently, more motivated to get my ass on the treadmill and start making some changes. Every single stupid person I've found on Facebook from high school looks fabulous. How does that happen? Where is the blond girl who got fat? The guy who went bald? Where is the justice that John Hughes promised me?Maybe depressed angst is exactly I need...I managed to get two

Corey Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684371423328168411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-31183864901418316032008-09-23T23:37:00.000-05:002008-09-23T23:41:04.638-05:00

No longer a Renaissance Festival virgin, this past weekend I saw--and smelled--many interesting things. I just wish someone would have informed me beforehand that the rule at this celebration of yesteryear is that of less is more, at least when it comes to clothes. I'm pretty sure half-shirts on pregnant women are not truly representative of England's peasant women of the 1800's, but I never

Corey Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684371423328168411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-19960075533737346652008-09-01T14:47:00.000-05:002008-09-01T14:55:26.228-05:00

So this week's column isn't that funny. More sad than anything. Now our town, already deficient in late-night eateries (and by late, I mean after 5 p.m.), can't even recycle properly. No glass. Even better is the reason why: Deffenbaugh's employees are getting cut. Not laid off, but literally sliced and diced. No mention of safety equipment, just a cold turkey cutoff from accepting all glass

Corey Weinfurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08684371423328168411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083397911323593313.post-28231249149630962812008-08-21T18:33:00.000-05:002008-08-23T23:05:33.858-05:00

Welcome, My Headlines fans!If you enjoy reading about the small-town brewery wife life, then this blog is for you. Along with my bi-weekly column in The Weston Chronicle, which you can link to here, then you should love my blog even more. I can say things like damn and ass and sex. Yes, we're about to get crazy.

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